User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-3135907-20160213205236/@comment-3135907-20160224212616

There was suddenly a rousing cry up ahead, and the sound of a tussle. Two of the ottercrew stood up, victorious, holding two vermin by their neckscruffs.

"Found somebeast, Skip!"

"Hmm, an' who'd these two be, Argyl?"

Hardly were the creatures shoved roughly before Skipper and Astrix than the first one fell to his knees, clasped his paws together and murmured, "Faith, sirs, don't be 'urtin' us; we don't 'ave anythin' to do wi' it." He turned to his mate. "Er...do we, darlin'?"

"No, no, nothin' to do wi' it. Just a pair o' honest voles we are. Nothin' special 'bout us."

"Truth, darlin', honest truth that is. Nothin' special."

Skipper surveyed the duo with a critical eye. "Wot d'ye make of 'em, Astrix? Look more like water rats t'me."